When Victor and the others set out, the city of Dandelion was already in a commotion, and no one knew where in the city a terrible spontaneous combustion would occur.
The ceremony this time was carried out very slowly, far less violent than the one on the Kaleidoscope, but because there was more than one witchcraft formation, the area covered was very broad.
Just like the previous group of policemen who got into the sewer, they found a poor man covered in blood, who became the core of one of the witchcraft formations.
After he was dealt with, the self-immolation phenomenon in other places did not stop.
This also verifies the previous inference that the witchcraft in the city is activated to buy time for Augusta's next action.
Of course, Victor was no longer aware of these circumstances. They had already set off and rushed towards the Andihuata Mountains.
Victor Damon and Henry Vidal, two people sitting in the driver's seat, driving the caravan pulled by White Butt.
Father San Sein lay in the caravan without saying a word, only coughing from time to time.
Donny Hopkins followed on horseback to the left of the caravan.
There were also five cowboys who followed all the way from Black Gold Town. Victor paid extra commissions to them, making them a group of nine people.
The journey to the Andihuata Mountains was not very close, but in order to rush for time, they rushed almost all night, only resting for two or three hours in the middle. It took them nearly two days in total before they saw the towering mountains in the distance in the early morning.
ridges and snowy peaks.
"In that direction, Master Victor!"
Donnie showed them the way, and the map was in his hand.
Victor could see a row of green jungles clinging to the mountains, and he could also see the sparkling lake.
We were less than two kilometers away from there. At this moment, the sun was rising and shining on the earth. Even though everyone was tired, they did not slow down.
Victor took a moment and handed the reins to Henry. After sitting in the caravan, he silently said goodbye. As the golden light on his knuckles flashed, his thumb stopped on one of the hexagrams, and the expression on his face couldn't help but be filled with doubts.<
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"Ahem..."
Father Sang quietly watched Victor use the invisible technique. When he saw his fingers stopped, he asked: "What is the result of your divination?"
Victor thought silently: linger...
He sighed and shook his head slowly. Father Sang understood that the result of this divination was not satisfactory.
"Ahem...is it a bad prophecy?"
"You can't say that," Victor tried to explain, "I can only say that the road ahead is unclear, and this operation will most likely be very difficult..."
Father Sang's expression did not look as sad as Victor's, but was unusually relaxed. He consoled him: "Don't expect, don't assume, don't force... Ahem, just let nature take its course. If it is destined to happen, it will be as you wish."
Victor knew that Father Sang was comforting him, so he smiled bitterly and said nothing.
Father Sang grabbed Victor's hand and looked at his palm, his face full of curiosity.
"I have observed you perform secret transmission several times...ahem...although they are all divination, the methods used by you and the dream fortune tellers are very different."
Victor shrugged: "After all, it's not the same kind of secret transmission, and it's hard for me to explain it to you, but... my divination results have always been quite accurate."
"Really?" Father Sang suddenly thought of something, pinched his chin, and then said, "Ahem...can you tell me when I will die?"
Hearing this, Victor was stunned and didn't respond for a while. Father Sang suddenly patted him on the shoulder and laughed: "Forget it...cough...cough...if you divine it, I will do it right away."
It would be pointless to die. I would be scared to death if I didn’t die.”
After saying that, the old man glanced at the empty corner and continued: "I know some... ahem... seers like you who can divine and predict the future. They all have one characteristic.
, I believe too much in the results of divination, but neglect to examine myself...cough...cough!"
"So I always believe that the best way to predict the future is to create it! If the result is not what you want, then give it a try before the dust settles!"
Although Father Sang's words fell, they echoed in Victor's ears for a long time.
Yes, the old man is right.
Avoiding, dodging, and moving around are meaningless. Life and death are the ultimate issues that everyone will face. Since what is supposed to come will eventually come...
"It's too late to look back now. You are caught in a war, but you have a chance to escape..." Henry's attitude was somewhat different from that of Father Sang. He turned his back to the hood of the car and said loudly to Victor, "The rest is up to you."
Just give it to us, this is the responsibility of the Inspection Bureau."
Victor looked at Henry: "What if... I am also on the list of sacrifices in this ceremony? I don't want to wait until something happens to regret that I shouldn't be alone."
"If I'm not in Dandelion now, nothing will happen, right?" Henry replied speculatively.
Victor waved his hand and looked forward, the scenery of the lake and woods getting closer and closer.
"Who knows, after all, our enemies are quite cunning..."
He sat back in the front seat and regained control of the reins.
"Since what is supposed to come will come...it is the best choice to go up against the blade. At least it saves time!"
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The team rushed across the road and entered the sparse forest, where Rose Lake was located. Victor asked everyone to stop and look at the blue lake reflecting the majestic snow-capped mountains and the swaying light and shadow.
What a beautiful place.
Father Sang opened the curtain, got down from the caravan, leaned on his crutch and looked at the bend of the lake. He couldn't help but sigh: "What a perfect burial place... Ahem... If I die of illness, just sink me."
Get down!"
Victor stopped him and told everyone to be silent, because he saw something moving by the lake.
There were five people there, tinkering with something, pushing a small boat to the lake, and after finishing it, they pushed another small boat.
"Augusta!"
Henry narrowed his eyes and immediately recognized the other person.
They arrived! They happened to bump into the last remnants of the Conor Gang.
Victor saw that the two small boats had thick diving suits, and there was a tube on the helmet that was connected to the oxygen supply equipment on the boat. It was very retro.
There were more than three sets, it seems Augusta Sea got more wetsuits from other places.
Victor winked at Henry and the others, Father Sang stayed where he was, and the rest of the people moved to both sides to outflank him.
There was no one else in the woods, and these were really the only remaining members of the Conor Gang, who were regarded as die-hard members of Augusta National.
Victor and Henry Downey were in a group, and the other five cowboys were in a group. They surrounded them, jumped out from behind the rocks, and fired at the Augusta gang.
This round of bullets instantly killed two gangsters from the Conor Gang. Augusta reacted, abandoned the second boat with his two other accomplices, jumped into the lake decisively, and climbed aboard the boat in front of him that drifted away.
The small boat on the lakeshore used the cover of the hull to pull the diesel engine.
Victor's men rushed out and fired wildly at the boat heading into the lake, killing another person, but Augusta and his last accomplice were already far away from the bullet's shooting range.
"Send the boat over and chase them!"
Victor immediately called to his companions, and several cowboys rushed to push the second boat. Augusta prepared two additional sets of diving equipment on this boat.
However, at this moment, a white-butt scream came from the woods behind him. Victor's eyelids twitched. He couldn't help but turn around and saw that a large number of gun-wielding thugs rushed out from the road they came from!<
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As soon as they appeared, they shot at Victor and others on the shore of the lake. Without any warning, the two cowboys carrying the boat were killed immediately.
In the distance, a loud voice commanded the gunmen with anger: "Kill all the Conor Gang, the Inspection Bureau and the Damon family!"